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Reading Notes Part A- The Sandy Road

Sandy Dessert 

Bibliography- Jataka Tales by Ellen C. Babbit, The Sandy Road

Moral of the story- Do not give up always keep trying 

A merchant with his men and oxen traveled through the dessert with packed carts and rice, wood, and water they were trying to cross to the other side in order to sell their things. One person served as the pilot as he knew how to read the stars and they could only travel by night time due to the extremely hot sun the dessert provided. One day the pilot called to the rest of the men that they were almost there so they could throw away the water, rice, and wood. However, when the pilot took a nap something went wrong and the oxen had gone back and therefore they were stuck in the dessert not close to their destination and now without water and firewood. All the men were tried and the hot sun made them, even more, devasted to them they were doomed and they would most likely die here due to dehydration or starvation and oxen also grew weaker as they had no water. The merchant noticing the emergency did not laze around and to look for some water after a while he found a small grassland and called the men over. They quickly began to dig for water but were discouraged as the dirt was very rocky and hard, they had dug for hours and were only hitting rocks soon they gave up all except one. We must not give up!" Then the merchant came up out of the hole and said to a serving-lad: "My boy, if you give up we are lost! You go down and try!". The boy went into the hole and dug and dug more soon he could hear the water from a rock he taking more rocks and dirt off and he finally hit the water! The grabbed wood cooked their rice, the oxen drank plenty of water and then at night they began their journey again they arrived at their destination and were able to sell their goods all because that one boy did not give up.

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